The Venice of the North.
I don’t even know how to describe Amsterdam, or even where to start. Except that everything is practical with the Dutch. From leaning houses, to architecture, to wall food (called FEBO) and free live music in the park while you share a joint with friends.
It all makes sense in Amsterdam because practical living is what the Dutch do best – oh and fried food! I was extremely thankful for the hospitality of a Canadian friend, whom I met in England two years ago on travels. Side note: It’s extremely worthwhile to keep the connections with people who you meet along your travels. You never know when you’ll need some free accommodation, a long 2 year catch up and a really decent break away from hostels. Hellllo Queen bed to myself!
On the first night, we ate at Spaghetti House and I devoured an incredible pasta with muscles before going clubbing with the girls and finding our way home in the early morning. Waking up late (as usual), the next day Jess and I went on a two-hour walking tour of the city. It was extremely important to get an introduction into this city that proved it wasn’t just all sex and drugs. We were guided through cobblestones streets of quaint architecture and history, including Napoleon’s influence and the original sailors who essentially founded the place. The line-up outside Anne Frank’s was ridiculous and even though this is the only reason I ever wanted to see Amsterdam, I wasn’t game enough to attempt it.
The second night was spent walking through the Red Light District. It surprised me just how quickly I had adjusted to the idea of sex being so out in the open. However, I never fully grasped the smell of weed saturating the city. We met up with a couple of people from Busabout and headed towards this club called ‘Escape’. Following the boys directions, we obviously got lost so drunk me asked a homeless man for directions. I gave him the Dr Pepper I was drinking and he didn’t even thank me. Rude. Anyways, we got free entry into this club for being female (WOO!!) and partied until 5am. I will return to Amsterdam for sure, because I forgot to drink Heineken and I was also too scared to ride a bike.